Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

a good idea, he rumbled, a low, steady sound that matched the controlled energy radiating from him. his tail flicked, his excitement barely contained, though he maintained his usual air of calm authority.

i will start the spook, he declared, turning his gaze toward the grazing beast in the distance. you must be ready. choose your moment, pangur. strike where it counts.

his words carried the weight of trust, an acknowledgment of her skill. they were a team now, and together, they would bring down the ox, gods willing. with one last glance toward her, he shifted into a steady prowl, muscles coiled with anticipation as he prepared to set the plan into motion.